Five years ago, I awoke early – earlier than usual. I couldn’t sleep in anticipation, like a kid waiting for Christmas.
Five years ago, I rode along in the car in silence, anxious for your arrival. You, as it turns out, were in absolutely no hurry.
Five years ago, I lay in a strange bed, more uncomfortable than usual. But in retrospect, it was pretty okay.
Five years ago, I experienced pain that only a woman was built to endure – and appreciate.
Five years ago, I dreamed of what you would look like, whether you would be healthy, would I do the right thing.
Five years ago, you made your debut. One cry, then silence. As if to say, “I’m here, what’s the big deal?”
Five years ago, I looked at you in awe and wonder. After so much doubt, so many efforts, you were finally here, exactly as you should be.
Five years ago, you rested in my arms, content. How could someone so busy just hours before be so still?
Five years ago, as tears poured down my face, I couldn’t help but thank God for you, my little miracle.
Five years ago, I had no idea of the ride I was about to embark on. And at that moment, I really didn’t care.
Five years ago, my life changed forever.
Happy birthday my little angel.
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